Let the past be a dim distant star
in the universe of your life,
shining softly in predawn light
with the thousand other stars of who you are.
Let memories be gentle in your heart touching you lightly,
a spider`s web caressing your face
on an early morning walk down a wooded trial,
just as the sun comes to show your way.
Let the future be morning`s sharp cool air,
a new breath for this bright day
that enters your body and awakens your soul,
as you walk on from a shadowed still valley
to join the mountain in vivid sunrise.
Let now be the breeze born of light and warmth,
warm air of the sun playing with the cool of night
tickling soft new leaves and bring
stars of day the play in a crystal stream
Sighh, forever don't exist.
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